CT Idlehouse
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I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.
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Heavy Hearts (p2). Content Warning.
catch up: p1 Kyla stretched as she woke up to a ticklish sensation along her neck. Seeing a flash of messy dark hair, she deduced it was Owen's lips. His stubble prickled along her skin, reminding her how titillating it felt in other places. His hands were greedy in their tentative exploration of her body.
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Filthy
Kiss Me When the Skies Turn Orange. Top Story - April 2024.
A/N: Thank you so much for the Top Story pick and all your lovely comments! I take a seat next to Martha on our patio, handing her an empty wineglass. I pour the most expensive Bordeaux we have into hers and mine. We're both in our best dresses. She has on a sparkling violet ball gown, the chiffon creating a poufy mess around her legs. I'm wearing my best gold wrap-around dress. We don't bother with shoes. What's a skeleton going to do with shoes?
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Fiction
Heavy Hearts (p1)
Kyla Wagner sipped at her drink at the bar as her friends talked around her. She was uncomfortable on the bar stool which was designed for thinner people with smaller buttocks. The sleeveless top her friend, Amira, had convinced her to wear was making her self-conscious, knowing that her big arms and underarm fat was on display. She swept her long brunette hair over her shoulders, wanting to disappear entirely.
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Filthy
The Price of Silence (chap 7-9). Content Warning.
Catch up: Chapters 1-3 Chapters 4-6 7 I sit still like a statue in my chair. I am the dutiful nurse once more, sitting beside an ailing Senator. Senator Peters' flu has progressed to pneumonia. The doctors and I are wearing masks which seems to deeply offend him.
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Fiction
The Price of Silence (chap 4-6). Content Warning.
edit 1: typos, tense change Catch up: Chapters 1-3 4 I find the housemaid shot dead in the street two days later. She'd taken the young girl to a safehouse. That was the hope, at least. But when I saw her beaten, bloodied body in an alley across from the hospital, all hope diminished. She's tucked into the fetal position, like a child curling up on the floor to brace for blows from a belt. The blood that once oozed from the bullet hole in her temple is now frozen.
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Fiction
